Farborn, p.11
Farborn, page 11
part #2 of Maxim Colony Series
I even remember my parents commenting about how “lucky” we were in comparison to others.
Maybe back then it felt lucky, I don’t know.
I remember sneaking around through the retail and leisure sections when I was little, longing for luxury items far beyond my parents’ budget and wanting that for me and my family.
Feeling vaguely triumphant when I was approached about becoming an ether-jump nav.
Knowing that, if I didn’t screw things up, my future was likely set, and I’d be able to take care of my parents.
Then my parents died when I was thirteen, almost fourteen. One dream of mine died with them.
I remember swearing when I stepped off that space station and onto the shuttle that ferried me to secondary that I would never live on another space station.
Ever.
With time and experience, I’ve tempered that opinion somewhat. There are good places to live, when you can afford it.
Except I’d prefer to put down roots.
Real roots.
I could support the two of us for the rest of our lives on my savings and pension. We could live a sweet, easy life.
Olarte could have the house they want, a little bit of land for a garden.
Walks in the woods.
Maybe whatever passes for domestic pets on this planet.
Family.
Olarte’s family, because my parents have been dead for so long that I can barely remember the sound of their voices without watching vids of them and me. That me was just a kid. I lived through the vids I watch, but some of them I can barely remember when they were taken now, like I’m watching strangers interacting and being happy, laughing.
Being a family.
They have been dead now longer than I was alive when I lost them.
It was supposed to be a routine shuttle trip to the other side of the moon the space station orbited. Mom had to go check on something on another space station under construction. Dad had the day off from work and went with her, just to hang out.
They were supposed to be home before I returned from school. Instead, I was met at the apartment by my mom’s teary-eyed coworker and a military rep, who was the organization providing law enforcement and related services for the space station.
My parents’ life insurance helped start my nest egg, though. Even if I hadn’t gone to secondary, I would’ve been okay doing something else for a living.
Losing them made me even more determined to follow through with school. They were so proud of me for being singled out for my talents and courted to be an ether-jump nav.
Part of me feels guilty I’m alive and they aren’t, but I take comfort knowing they were together when it happened. They wouldn’t want me to die—they’d want me to live. To be happy. To chase my dreams.
It’s what they always encouraged me to do, after all.
They were my biggest cheerleaders.
They wanted me to be happy.
Olarte’s presence in my life has exposed the glaring error in my thinking throughout the years.
I thought I was happy before I met Olarte, but I wasn’t.
I’ve been existing.
There’s a huge difference.
Maybe at one point I was happy. Something in me, some switch flipped—no pun intended—when I met Olarte.
Now?
I strongly suspect my life is about to undergo a series of drastic changes.
I can only hope they’re good ones.
But if my past experience is any indication, it probably will be a damned bumpy ride.
Finally, I reach Olarte’s door. I feel a little silly standing out there in the corridor with all my shit on a porta-sled and taking up most of the walking room. Fortunately, it’s still early in the morning, before most of the station’s residents are arising to go to work, so I haven’t had to dodge a lot of people like a fish swimming upstream.
Terror fills me and tightens my throat as I reach up and press the door chime button.
When the door slides open, I’m already looking up, where I know I’ll see their golden gaze staring down at me.
Without thinking it through, I reach up, drape my arms around their neck, and pull them in for a long, passionate kiss.
And they return it. They taste even better than they smell and I have to force back the deep, greedy moan struggling to break free from my throat.
Fuck, they’re not the world’s greatest kisser, but it’s the best kiss I’ve ever had.
The one I will remember the most, I’m sure.
Because it’s the first kiss we’ve ever shared.
Two freaking years of unrequited passion are threatening to spill over inside me.
“I love you,” I whisper as I stare up into their eyes. “I’ll wait as long as I need to, if it means I have a chance with you. Just tell me what you feel for me so I know I’m not spinning my wheels, here.”
Olarte draws in a deep breath. “I believe what I feel for you is love also.” They hook their arm around me and hold me against their body. “Can you be patient with me while I try to adjust to this new dynamic between us?”
I feel myself grin. “Buddy, I haven’t had sex with anyone since we met. I don’t think waiting a while longer is going to kill me.”
Their eyes widen. “You…have not?”
“Nope.”
“But…you did not have to do that. You could have had sex with others, if you wished. We did not have a contract in place.”
“I know. Problem is, my heart is already yours. Oh, I’ve masturbated countless times, but I haven’t been in anyone’s arms or bed but yours. And I’ll keep waiting, if that’s what you need me to do to prove to you how I feel about you.”
“I do not intend to make you wait any longer than today for sex,” Olarte says. “I meant can you be patient while I adjust to whatever the next step will be in our relationship after this stage?”
“Buying me dinner instead of breakfast?” I playfully wiggle my hips against them. I don’t even care that they can feel how hard my cock is right now.
There’s an intensity in their eyes that really turns my crank. “I am serious, Davies.”
Yeah, that much I feel. I put all joking aside. “So am I. I’m not going anywhere, unless you tell me you want me to leave and never come back. I mean, besides runs on the ship, obviously.”
Unless they ask me to stay for good, but I don’t want to overwhelm them tonight with that.
Baby steps.
They nod. “That is good. Let us bring your things inside before I end up doing something to you in this hallway that might get both of us in a lot of trouble with the authorities.”
Cool. Let’s do that.
Chapter Thirteen
Olarte
I can still taste Davies’ lips upon mine, and it is an experience I wish to repeat. I know what kisses are, but I have never been kissed before. It is not something Pfahrn normally do.
I find I enjoy it quite a lot.
Also, an unexpectedly victorious thrill races through me at the news Davies has not had sex with anyone since our first meeting.
A little guilt as well, but mostly victory.
Perhaps there is hope for us, then?
And perhaps Fullstein was wrong after all, or full of shit. Although it is not like him to speak falsehoods.
Maybe someone lied to him?
I shove those thoughts out of my head. They do not matter. Davies is here, with me. Right now.
That is what matters.
That is all that matters.
We pull his porta-sled into my living room, where it takes up most of the free space.
I do not even care about that. Before Davies entered my life, any kind of extraneous clutter would usually set my nerves on edge.
This is not the first time he has stayed with me, but this time feels oh, so much different. Before today, he would get a hotel room and stage all of his belongings there, bringing just what he needed with him for the nights he spent with me.
Tonight, it feels like he is truly mine now.
I never realized how deeply that would strike within my soul.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
I shake my head. “Nothing is wrong. It feels like perhaps everything is finally right.”
Reaching out, I pull Davies to me again for another kiss. I am certain this will become one of my favorite things. His mouth feels warm, his lips soft against mine, his body molding to mine as his arms hold me.
We are both breathing heavily when he lifts his lips from mine. “I think I’m about to cream myself,” he says.
If I understand his meaning, I believe I might be close to doing that as well. “Is kissing always this intense?” I ask.
“You’ve never kissed before?”
“Only you.”
“Fuuuuck me,” he mutters, pulling me in for another kiss.
My hands come to rest on his ass, molding around the globes of his cheeks. Instinct takes over and I start to rock against his body, my own cock growing firm within me and my juices flowing.
Forcing myself to lift my lips from his, I look him in the eyes. “I might owe you an apology.”
“For what?”
“I have a feeling that we are not going to make it to breakfast after all.”
He grins. “You can buy me whatever meal we finally make it to after we peel ourselves off each other.”
He tries to kiss me again, but I lift my head. “You agree we have an oral contract between us then, yes? Regarding our relationship?”
“Yes! You’re mine, I’m yours, and we don’t have sex or fool around with anyone besides each other.”
That sounds like a contract to me.
I let him pull me in for another kiss, and in the process, he loses his shirt. I am not entirely certain when that occurred, because I was too entranced exploring his mouth with my tongue. Unlike Pfahrn, human teeth are blunt and shorter, made for chewing and not biting. They cannot envenomate the way we can, and that is a shame.
He seems to have discovered that difference, though. I feel his tongue tracing my teeth, especially the pointed fangs that can pierce tough Pfahrn skin.
He mumbles something into my mouth as the tip of his tongue plays with my right fang.
I lift my mouth from his. “What did you ask?”
“Please tell me you’re going to bite me today.”
I sigh. “I cannot.”
That seems to pull him up short. “What? Why not?” He practically whines the last two words and I find that quite adorable.
“We would need a mate contract for that,” I tell him. “I undertook some research. If I bite you, I will envenomate you, and it will join you to me at a very deep, emotional level. I cannot do that to you unless you are sure you wish to be with me for the rest of our lives.”
His lower lip sticks out. “I like being bit.”
I suck on his lower lip. “I can do many other things to you with my mouth. I can lick and kiss every square inch of your body. Including sucking your cock for you.”
He grinds his hips against me. “Now you’re talking!”
My research also tells me that we might need to be creative with our sexual logistics. Unless he has augmentations he has not informed me of, it is unlikely he will be able to tolerate me fucking him.
And there is nothing wrong with that. It is more important to me to know we have crossed this emotional threshold with each other than it is to worry about specific sexual acts. I know how to pleasure myself, and having his hands or mouth on my cock will only intensify that pleasure. I do not need to breed any specific bodily orifice of his.
Holding him in my arms will satisfy my heart and soul in a way I now crave and long for.
That is the need I truly wish to slake.
I was not wearing a tunic when he arrived. Now, his hands roam my chest and back in a way he never has before. “Do you wish to move to my bed, love?” I ask.
He grins. “I thought you’d never ask, big guy.”
I scoop him into my arms much as I did that night he got drunk here in my quarters. This time, I am kissing him the entire way. And when I gently set him on my bed, he quickly shimmies out of his trousers and underwear, leaving him naked before me.
His cock is smaller than mine, but I also know from my research he is above average for a human, so there is that. It is also hard and leaking clear pre-cum that my mouth waters in anticipation of tasting.
I shove my brahkhen to the floor and climb onto the bed, straddling his legs. “There are certain things we might not physically be able to do because—”
“I know. Huge cock. Got it. There will be augmentations in my future.” He tries to pull me down for another kiss, but I make him wait.
“Please discuss this with me.”
He lets out a frustrated groan. “I’ve already looked into it. The expert on human-Pfahrn pairings, Dr. H’looder, is based out of this space station. I can afford it, easily and many times over. We’ll settle into this between us, and I’ll make an appointment to go in, talk to him, and get it scheduled.”
“You do not have to do that if you do not wish to.”
He sits up and cups my face in his hands. “Dude. I’m in this for life. I don’t know how to make that any more plain to you. I don’t mind getting it done. I’m kind of looking forward to it, if you want to know the truth.”
He sighs. “The question is, will you be okay not having kids with me? We can always adopt. It’s not that I don’t want kids. But they don’t have reproduction between a human and a Pfahrn nailed down yet.”
It feels like I stand on the brink of a precipice. “It is more important to me to have love in my life. You are right—we can always adopt. I do not want children if I do not have my mate for life. I wish that mate to be you.”
We kiss, and time melts away. I suppose the stories I have read get that correct after all. They were human romance books, and in them it talked about emotions and desires and sensations. I wanted to understand sex beyond watching pornography or reading scientific articles.
The world seems to disappear as we kiss. He leans back, pulling me with him, until my arms are braced on the bed on either side of him, my body caging his.
His hands still roam my torso, my arms. “Your skin feels thick.”
“Pfahrn used to have thick, armored scales. We no longer do, but some remnants remain.”
He traces the outline of one such remnant feature on my own skin. “I can see the shapes of them.” He chuckles. “I guess you won’t slip out of my arms in the shower, huh?”
“No, but you might.” I lick from between his nipples up to his neck, to his chin, and he moans as I do. He tastes delightful. “You will prove quite slippery.”
“That’s me, your slippery, cocky slut.” His hands travel lower, to my waist, but his gaze focuses up, on mine. “I want to make you feel good.”
“Having you promising to be mine does make me feel good.”
“I mean I want to make you come. I want to hear you moan. I want to pleasure you.”
I shift my weight to my left arm. Reaching down with my right hand, I take his left in mine and shift it to the side, placing it over my pouch. I cup my hand over his and massage it. When I speak, my voice is hoarse from passion and emotions building within me. “Like that.”
After a few minutes of that, I show him how to curve his fingers up inside me and withdraw my cock. It hardens in his hands almost immediately, already slick from my juices.
He draws in a sharp breath. “Thank you, universe!” Before I can stop him, he’s scooted down the bed and starts stroking me with both hands. To his credit, he does manage to get the head of my cock into his mouth, where his tongue does things to me I have never felt before.
Perhaps I have died and reached Paradise?
I have to brace both arms on the bed again to keep my weight off of him.
Had I thought I knew how to pleasure myself?
I close my eyes and savor every stroke and lick, the warm, wet heat of his mouth, the way he hooks his legs around the backs of mine and grinds his cock against my leg.
“I…I cannot hold back,” I tell him.
“Then don’t,” Davies mumbles around the head of my cock.
I turn myself over to him, pleasure building hard and fast and making me cry out as I spill into his mouth. It leaves him greedily slurping and moaning and covered in my sticky cum, and gently laughing once I finish and he makes his way back up my body.
We kiss, this time my juices all over his face. I lick it from him, feeling dazed and amazed and oh, so deeply in love with this intriguing human.
I pray he does not break my trust.
Or my heart.
Chapter Fourteen
Davies
Goddamn!
Okay, so that finally happened, and it was even better than I dreamed possible. Olarte tastes as good as they smell in this way, too.
The sound they made as they came for me will forever warm my heart every time I think about it.
They finally roll to their side and I move with them. I want to keep kissing them, loving the way they’re licking my face between kisses, but they have other ideas.
Manhandling me—did I mention I’m really digging how they can just scoop me up like I weigh nothing?—they lift and settle me on top of them, straddling their head, with my cock easily sliding into their mouth.
Umm… Holy shit!
I brace myself against the wall and start fucking their mouth. They hold my ass with both hands, squeezing my cheeks and urging me to go as fast and hard and deep as I want.
Maybe they aren’t very experienced, but damn, they sure as fuck know how to suck a cock!
I don’t bother holding back. This is amazing, and yet another memory that will live within me until the day I die.
It’ll also have to be a memory to help sustain me during our times apart, unless they ask me not to leave.
At this point? If they asked me right now to sign a mate contract for life, I’d demand they give me a stylus to do it so we can get down to spending the rest of our lives together.
When I blow, I think I might be speaking in tongues. This feels infinitely better than jerking off. By the time they drain me dry I slump over to the side, until they nestle me against them so they can kiss me again.
